Ning Xia flicked the spirit sword that was still spinning around: "Stop spinning around and get to work quickly!"
The spirit sword buzzed as if it was dissatisfied, and then obediently turned to the front.
Ning Xia motioned to Li Chuan to try to follow it. Zhong Huan himself was very sensitive to the power of evil spirits, so he hadn't stopped since just now. It was probably a complete devil's cave in his heart.
The true spirit flame itself is a kind of yang and pure power, which can restrain most of the yin and evil energy in the world. The combination of the two is like a radar in the current situation.
Ningxia doesn't want to be a "dragon-slaying" warrior, so of course she doesn't intend to just kill it.
Although several exits visible to the naked eye in the upper-level private rooms are blocked, there are definitely other passages. After all, the compartments of the private rooms in the middle store are not really mazes. In addition to the passages for guests to enter and exit normally, there must be other passages. There are entrances and exits for staff and emergency access. If we can find these ways, we might be able to get out.
Zhonghuan was very efficient. The true spirit flames were blessing and flowing down the passage, quickly making a way for them.
This box area was much larger than they imagined, and the area they had just moved around turned out to be only the outer layer.
As Chonghuan leads the way, the upper level of the box gradually reveals its original appearance. In addition to the boxes surrounding the booth below, there is actually a large area surrounding the boxes as you go inside. However, it should be a utility room or a workshop. It looked rough and not as exquisite as a private room. Ningxia saw something similar to cleaning tools along the way.
This confirmed her suspicion more and more. There must be another exit nearby, and it should be the one that opens directly to the outside world. Otherwise, such a large activity area cannot go around for a long time and then return to the exit of the middle booth to leave.
"What's wrong?" Zhonghuan was going well at first, but suddenly he paused, as if he was hesitating at a certain crossroads.
Ningxia hurriedly walked over and took a look. The passages here were deliberately made to be too similar, and there was no discernibility at all. She couldn't tell them apart anyway. I really don't know how the people who worked here before could tell the difference.
But now she couldn't care so much. Ning Xia held onto her spirit sword and asked, "Is there any problem ahead?"
The sword shook slightly, as if he was shaking his head... No, Ning Xia soon discovered that it was not "shaking his head" at all, but——
"Chirp -" Accompanied by some kind of sharp whistling sound, large swaths of ominous black mist surged in, and a rotten smell mixed with thick blood rushed to the face, making the hair on the body stand on end.
In the strange silence, something seemed to rise from the dark wind and climb up her limbs.
Ning Xia felt a familiar and unknown sense of horror, as if she had experienced it under a crazy face before, extremely dangerous and suffocating.
Damn it, why is this guy still alive?
The huge impact seemed to be squeezing her internal organs, and a ball of air in her chest was constantly stirring, making her feel nauseous. Just like a fuse, it quickly ignited the restless power in her body. Under her suppression, the slightest hint of main body strength could no longer be suppressed.
The man under the control of the old god suddenly made a suspicious voice: "Huh?"
He raised his hand and swept the bright stones scattered on the ground into his cuffs, leaving only blood stains on the ground.
What the hell do you dare to pull her arms and legs?
Flames rose from her wrists and quickly spread to the left and right. The sticky black mist seemed to have encountered a nemesis, fearing to avoid it, and quickly evacuated Ningxia. During this period, it also made bursts of stinging sounds that seemed to be caused by the pain of a living creature being burned.
The true spiritual fire born out of the phoenix is extremely pure and yang, and can restrain most of the yin and evil forces in the world. Ordinarily, under such circumstances, these abrasive black fog would immediately move away from Ningxia.
But I don't know why it had obviously let go of Ning Xia's hands and feet and surrounded a vacuum zone, but suddenly it jumped up like crazy, even more fiercely than before, wrapping Ning Xia's entire body in it.
They are like moths, they are so afraid of the power of flames but they rush over regardless of the consequences and let the flames engulf them. This crazy thing
The madness is puzzling.
Ningxia originally planned to control the true spirit fire to float on the surface of her body to drive away the black mist, also for the sake of the balance in her body, but these crazy black mist probably cannot be dispelled by conventional methods.
As if she suddenly heard something, Ning Xia tugged on her wrist, a ray of fire passed by, and the familiar comrade fell into her hands.
"Where did you go just now? You didn't respond when I called you. Did you get swallowed too?" Ning Xia asked in surprise.
[In view of the general environment,
The Chonghuan Sword made a buzzing sound that seemed dissatisfied, and the flame power connected with the main body. The golden red flames on the sharp blade became thicker and thicker. He was extremely excited, and he was eager to test the surrounding layers of black mist. It seems that she, the master, can immediately destroy the surrounding enemies with just one order.
"Okay, okay, I know you've been bored for a long time...wait! I am your master." Ning Xia reluctantly pressed the hilt of the leaping sword to stop the other party's desire to go up and show off his skills.
She patted the other spirit sword behind her that was also constantly moving: "I'll trouble you over there." She pushed it out of the black mist with her backhand, signaling it to find another person who should also be trapped. An elder in trouble. Although she knew that with Li Chuan's cultivation, she didn't need to worry, but the black mist and the master of the black mist... it was better to join them quickly anyway.
It always feels like it's dangerous to be here - and not just because of the black mist.
Now Ruzhang has basically recognized her as his master. Although it is not as direct as the natal spirit sword, he can still understand the thoughts of Master Xio, and it is easier to interpret her instructions.
This spiritual sword, which had always seemed very quiet and steady, began to feel a little unhappy and wrapped around her wrist. But the opponent is no longer a new sword. He has experienced some worldly things after following Daojun Yuanheng for many years, and he knows the importance. After receiving the order, he quickly left the black fog area and probably went to the next door to help.
It should be said that her master is really bad, but she is still reliable with the spirit sword.
Ningxia held Chonghuan in his hand and lightly drew it across the sharp blade. As if he had been given permission, the firepower that had only dared to pass through quickly melted away and grew stronger, rising several inches high in an instant.
Under the firelight, the blade of the sword intertwined with the flames, making her eyes particularly bright.
She slashed straight at the slowly creeping black mist in the middle.
The flames that had been obediently attached to the Zhonghuan Sword surged up, slashing at the large black mist that dared to surround it. The invisible flames turned into the sharpest blades to attack the "enemies".
"brush--"
